Crying out for Mercy.
Oh Great and Mighty bulwark Why do I feel so wack I studied hard so that I won't be a quack But the path under my feet still cracked Shallow minded and recalcitrant Morning to night still jacking My brain snobbishly shacking Hell and dammnation! No help was rendered with few information No hope seems feasible for this generation Unless, the Lord have mercy We are shadowed with endless thoughts A depressing mist made us void After much thinking Worry in us, boils Giving steams of deperate faith and hope This malmercied fellow sought out But ended in gallows It's sorrow was measured in galloons Lord, have mercy! Our adversaries are legion They are like spiders, those creepers! They block our ways With giant rubber threads Soiling our heads,our hands And our clothes with webs of delay Some induce poisons With venoms of dark scorpions That could scorch us Like the red hot sun With no ozone layer. Oh Lord! Make us roaring fire Rekindle your powe...